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containment~

there is a sense of containment,
that these last unsettling days of early spring
bring me,a feeling of being trapped,in a way,by the gray and desolate days that have become the norm over these past months.
the rain plays its tapping on the windows..
I feel the wind rise through my soul..
I am silent within...
that sense of containment..

so..I decided to project this feeling...
and create..
a container ..of sorts..
a take off on my needle rolls..
a book...
a needle book...
stacked....
wrapped....
a place to hold..
to contain...
to pin....
and a key...
the key to unlock..
the containment~

That is so much more than a needle book. I understand that feeling of containment. I feel it as I wait for spring to really make its appearance. The sun shone this afternoon and I felt a little less contained.

Hello t ... you are so artful. I love your words and your craft. I'm sitting outside on this warm, April night wrapped in a knitted treasure that reminds me of your handwork as well. I enjoy your gifts if comforting words and photographs often ~ more than I say. Have a sweet weekend.

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"For now she need not think about anybody.She could be herself. And that was what now ,she often felt the need of-to think; well not even to think. To be silent; to be alone. All the being and the doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated...Although she continued to KNIT, and sat upright, it was thus that she felt herself; and this self having shed its attachments was free for the strangest adventures."